Friday, December 23, 2011

I received the first and I hope the last email "Annual Christmas Update From Our Family to Yours." Yup, an email; they couldn't even spring for an envelope and stamp so I could open the damn thing, gag and then tear it up. I HATE, HATE, HATE these mailings. Hate them. I think the worst one we ever got was from a then 55 year old friend (former friend) who had just graduated from Junior College in early December and he included everything from his grades to his favorite teacher in his "update." We usually saw this guy and his wife several times a week. He ended the update with a request for money so he could start a graphic design business. No.

I swear, one of these years I am going to send an 'Update" with the following: All of the kids own Fortune 500 companies, the grandkids are either at MIT or are Rhodes Scholars, the great grandkids are starting school at age 2 and can quote Shakespeare, we are doing great with retirement and our 17 billion dollar 401K fund and are thinking of buying Sandpoint. Seriously. Oh, and I have a snow shovel and cabana guy.

We got two of those news letters this year; one was the cruise/bonus/promotion/smart kids/type and the other one was about all the misfortune in their family, starting with a broken leg. Can't stand them either!

I love all those long, full of way too much information letters. My all time favorite was from an engaged friend who said she and her fiance had decided to wait until their wedding night for sex, but the waiting was proving to be more difficult than they expected. Merry Christmas.I miss all our adventures together in Blogland too.

Just checking in ... you know the deal via FB, but coming back to blogging, I've been sad to see that so many of my blog friends also have been on hiatus. I was telling some others that I guess I thought I could be the only slackass, and everyone else would be typing away, waiting for me when I finally dragged my ass back to the blogosphere. Facebook is nice to keep up, but I really have missed everyone's stories. Hugs.

I Am

An old grey haired woman with a brunette mind....70 is the new 45 isn't it? I was a beautician, a Registered Nurse, a Library Tech. I am a wife, mother, grandmother and great-grandmother.
We moved to North Idaho in 1998; our last big adventure. It has been a dream come true, a challenge and a time to reflect.